Stuck

Stuck in the point of no return.

Walking to uni everyday gave me time to think so much these days, which is not a good thing at all. I think about home, think about life, think about how hard studies is getting. Then before I could get myself pumped up to write up a post in my blog, I seem to see the brighter side of things again. Probably because of growing up, or rather probably because I know there's nothing I could do but to move on. Hence I'd like to think of my situation as being stuck, I can't do anything else but to study really hard and wait for my freedom to come. I can't afford to slack either, no time to be emo, and now (unfortunately) no time to play.

As much as I like what I study, I hate the amount of work I get. Plus 25 unforgiving hours of classes per week.

And I kinda forgot what it's like to laugh now.